flare

why accident happens everywhere
why casualties are such despair
why do I hear a cripples sigh
'why, oh god!' - I won't cry.

when things will start falling apart
when dream to follow will be hard
when it will be all waste to start
'help, of god!' - I won't cry.

I know that god will not be there
I am a pious and still will dare!
coz I am one who brings this fear
so I will be the one to steer.

past gloom and despair
I will be lost in air
searching what was never there
and may they think - he was a flare.